ENEMY WOMEN--STORMY WEATHER. DADO, THE GOOD VILLAIN: THE SECRETS OF THE AUSTRIAN CELLAR--HIS LIES WORKED--12 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER, HIDDEN BEHIND 8 DOORS, BOOKCASE, CHAINED, RAPED, SEX SLAVE, FATHERED 7 CHILDREN BY HIM, LOCKED UP WHERE NOBODY COULD FIND HER FOR 24 YEARS! PATRIARCH HAD EXCLUSIVE USE OF HER, ALL TO EASY TO BE WISE AFTER THE EVENT. POLICE, TOWN IN SHOCK, PARALYSIS, HELPLESSNESS. GRANDMOTHER KNEW NOTHING, RAISED 6 CHILDREN OF HER OWN, PRESENTED THE PERFECT FAMILY, WHILE GRANDPA, HAD ANOTHER FAMILY IN THE BASEMENT, TOLD AUTHORITIES, DAUGHTER HAD RUN AWAY WITH A CULT, WOULD DROP A NEW BABY AT THE DOOR FOR PARENTS TO RAISE . . . HE ALLOWED 3 CHILDREN FROM HIS DAUGHTER TO BE RAISED UPSTAIRS, WITH HE AND HIS WIFE. THOUGHTS OF GRANDMA BEING AN ACCOMPLICE? ONCE RELEASED, GRANDMOTHER, DAUGHTER, AND CHILDREN STAYING IN PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL. DURING THAT TIME, GRANDPA WAS VISITING BROTHELS, SPORTING THONG SWIMSUIT ON BEACHES. HE WAS COMPLETELY ORGANIZED, SHOPPED FOR THE SECOND FAMILY AT NIGHT, WHEN NOBODY COULD SEE, STOCKED FOOD AND SUPPLIES, DURING ABSENCES, LAUNDRY AND FRIDGE IN DUNGEON! HE DIDN'T TELL ANYONE, IRON CLAD SECRECY! FIRST PICTURE OF DAUGHTER AND CHILDREN, ALL SMART, WELL BEHAVED--MOTHER DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB, CONSIDERING THE DIFFICULTIES AND LACK OF FREEDOM--WAS WORTH A MILLION DOLLARS TO PAPARAZZI! NO ONE TOOK NOTICE OF THE CLUES! GRANDPA CONTENDS HE IS NOT A MONSTER . . . SHOWS LITTLE REMORSE, IS SORRY FOR HIS FAMILY, BUT IT CAN NOT BE UNDONE! THE STATELY, MORMON PATRIARCH, WITH 8 CHILDREN, A HUNDRED FOR SO GRANDCHILDREN, TEMPLE GOING, FORMER AIR FORCE SPY, OSS/OSSI, CERTIFIED PUBLIC ACCOUNTANT, ABOVE REPROACH AND SUSPICION. IRON CLAD SECRECY WITHIN CLOSE KNIT FAMILY, FRIENDS, ASSOCIATES, HAVING SOLE USE OF DAUGHTER'S FAMILY BANKS, TO BE DISPERSED, DISTRIBUTED, MANAGED TO KEEP THE "LOST DAUGHTER" A SECRET, IRONICALLY, HIDDEN BEHIND 8 OTHER WOMEN, 5 SISTERS, 1 ADOPTED, SO TO SAY, KAY BABY, AND SEVERAL OTHER WOMEN, INCLUDING ANOTHER ATTORNEY. AND EVEN WITH 8 DOORS HIDING THE DAUGHTER, SHE WAS BEHIND A BOOKCASE, THAT COVERED A TRAP DOOR! THAT IS ABOUT HOW DEEP THE DECEPTION AND BEING BURIED ALIVE, IS, IN MY CASE . . . AND IN ALMOST 650 BLOGS, NOBODY READ THE CLUES? NO, THE VERY ENTITIES, WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THIS CASES FROM THE GET, GO, WHERE BLINDED BY THE "MORMON GLOW" AND FAMILY LIES! IT IS ON THING TO HIDE A 12 OLD GIRL, QUITE ANOTHER TO HIDE A 60 YEAR OLD, FORMER ASSISTANT ATTORNEY, STAFF ATTORNEY, DIVISION OF AGING, GENERAL COUNSEL, UTAH MEDICAL ASSOCIATION, PROFESSOR, BUSINESS OWNER, 4 BAR LICENSE HOLDER, BLOGGER, LEGISLATOR, AND POLITICAL ACTIVIST! HOW DO YOU DO THIS? AND WITH A RESUME, CREDENTIALS AND TRACK RECORD FAR MORE CREDIBLE THAT DADDY-O'S! HE WAS INVESTIGATED BY THE STATE SEC 5 TIMES, TAX EVASION, TAKEN OUT OF MY MOTHER'S TEACHING SALARY, PUNK ASS THUG! GOOD GOD! SUBSTITUTED FOR "ENEMY WOMEN" AND PROFESSIONALLY INFERIORS! IT TOOK 8 TO COVER WHAT I WAS DOING ON THE RUN! SIMPLY AMAZING INCOMPETENCE IN THE ALLEGED INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY WITH SO MUCH SPY GEAR, THEY SHOULD KNOW THE COLOR OF MY UNDERWEAR! FUCK! METICULOUS PLANNING, DEVIOUS SCHEMING, TRAINED, BUT EVIL, CORRUPT, CONSORTIUM OF PLAYERS! PRISON IS TOO GOOD FOR THEM! FORENSIC ACCOUNTING AND COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY OF MY BLACK COMPUTER, DESK TOP, SEIZED BY WASHINGTON COUNTY CONSTABLE AND SHERIFFS, AND UNDER THE DIRECTION OF FORMER ATTORNEY GENERALS, BOTH UNDER INDICTMENT FOR CORRUPTION--SOME CONNECTED TO THIS CASE, DUE TO ME AND SEVERAL PROSECUTORS, AFTER THE FBI DROPPED THE PROBE AGAINST SWALLOW, WHO KNEW ME WHEN, PICKED UP THE CASE AND PROCEEDED, AGAINST, MARK SHURTLEFF AND JOHN SWALLOW ( KATHERINE KANE, AG JUST CHARGED WITH PERJURY--TOP LAW ENFORCERS IN THEIR STATES?), BUT, LIKE DADDY-O, BOTH ARE MO'S AND BOY SCOUTS, HAVE THEIR DUTY TO SATAN AWARD, SO THEY WILL GO SCOUT FREE! NOT LOL! BUT, TWO INCIDENTS WILL SHOW INVESTIGATORS, WHO MY CASES WERE STOLEN AND HOW A DOUBLE BANK ACCOUNT AT WELLS FARGO, WHICH I SET UP IN ANTICIPATION OF WINNING THE BROCK, VAIL AND CHEEK CASES, WAS ALSO STOLEN: (1) THE EGYPTIAN, LAW TRAINED IN ENGLAND, IMMIGRATION DETAINEE, WORKING WITH HOMELAND SECURITY AND FEDS, SET UP SURVEILLANCE IN MY BASEMENT, REWIRED MY COMPUTER, SO THAT I COULD NOT E-FILING, FORCING ME TO EMAIL MY BRIEFS TO SHELLEY'S COMPUTER (NEW IP ADDRESS), TO FILE WITH THE UNITED STATES FEDERAL DISTRICT COURT OF UTAH; AND (2) I SET UP A SPECIAL WELLS FARGO ACCOUNT, ONE SAVINGS AND ONE CHECKING ACCOUNT, TELLER IN ANOTHER CITY, TOLD ME I HAD A SECRET ACCOUNT, WHAT?, A TELLER (FBI), ALLEGEDLY CLOSED THE ACCOUNT IN HELENA, LAST CHANCE GULCH BRANCH OR DOWNTOWN, LATER, I WENT DOWN MONTANA STREET, TO THE WELLS FARGO IN ALBERTSONS, AND THE TELLER, TOLD ME, THE ONLY THING THE BANK DID WRONG, WAS CHANGE ONE NUMBER! LIKE THAT DOESN'T REDIRECT THE MONEY TO ANOTHER PERSON'S ACCOUNT . . . SHELLEY AND FRANK, WERE PLAYING JOANN AND ALLAN, IN PAROWAN, PROBABLY WHERE THE BANK FRAUD OCCURRED, I NEVER USED THE ACCOUNT, ALLEGEDLY CLOSED IT, BUT MY GUESS IS THAT THE SECRET ACCOUNT WAS USED FOR LAUNDERING BAND MONEY, AND MY CASE DEPOSIT FOR ATTORNEY'S FEES (SHELLEY, NOT THE REAL JOANN!) AND I BET THE ACCOUNT WAS NEVER CLOSED, WITH WELLS FARGO BEING INVOLVED AND SUED BY ME, AND I WON THE HOUSE IN BLOOMINGTON, SO COLLECTING SWEET INTEREST, ALSO, JUDGE JOHN WALTON, SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED, OR SHOULD HAVE RECUSED HIMSELF FROM THE HOUSE CASE, HE WAS THE ATTORNEY FOR WELLS FARGO, OR HIS FORMER LAW FIRM WAS, GIVING HIM A CONFLICT OF INTEREST, AND THAT CONFLICT CUT ME DEEP! I AM GLAD TO SEE PEOPLE GOING AFTER CORRUPT OFFICIALS, LIKE THE ATTORNEY GENERAL, A U.N. REPRESENTATIVE FROM GUYANA, I THINK? WSJ YESTERDAY. IT IS TIME, NOT ONLY IN THIS COUNTRY, BUT AROUND THE WORLD, THAT MORALS, ETHICS, HONESTY, DUTY, AND SERVICE RETURN TO OUR VOCABULARY!

The Saintly Daughter, Attorney vs. The Villain, CPA Father!

Time To Bloody and Beat the Shit Out of Daddy-O

Beating the shit out of this willful daughter, his only one, as was the case with the 12 year old, the father took, chained in the basement, raped and abused for 24 years, my child abuse, in my father's own special flavor, has gone on for 57 years, starting, at the ripe old age of 3.  My father, took me over his knees, at the age of three, now mind you, my father is about 6'3" or 6'4" and at that time weighed much more than he does now, and at my mother's request, for something I had done during the day, which I had long forgot, I am sure, my father, back in the days of, Father Knows Best, TV programs of indoctrination, that leads to crimes like the Austrian Patriarch and the Mo Patriarch, both controlling, domineering, ruling their large families with an iron fist, all about power and control, as is the case with any abuser, he held me over his knees and spanked me, and I did not cry, so he spanked me harder, and I still did not cry . . . I am sure, this is the incident that trained me for my life's mission of hating the establishment, authority, and defending the down trodden and defenseless, as I was at the age of three . . . so eventually, with my mother looking on, or perhaps, my mother handed my father an old rubber doll, the ones made of plastic that was as hard as rock, probably some comparisons there too, but he hit me and hit me, and I did not cry.  Eventually, my two parents, gave up and let me go.  And, with all the savvy and sass, a three year old, who just got a pretty bad whippin' stood up and took my little hand, brushed off my butt, and said, I just brush it off, which is exactly what I will do with all that this fucking asshole has done to me, for YEARS!

I have been in the world of my father, for the last few years, starting with the world of securities, his specialty, and in an area of the law, that has gone after his sorry ass, over and over, so having the daughter, he hates most, the one he could never control, not only get her license back after getting the Pick's Disease, death sentence, probably with him at the bottom of that too, but start her career over again, not as a government attorney, or staff attorney for a political organization and association, the Utah Medical Association, but, going into his area of expertise, starting with a $357 million dollar case, with no qualms or hesitation, whatsoever, taking a case of this size, and nature, but being fully prepared, and confident, that I could master, securities and administrative law, in combination with criminal and civil, plus constitutional law. One of Hank Brock's employees, Scott, said, kind of in shock, or disbelief, You never once doubted you could win this case, did you?  NO--and I did win.  

65 Page, Reduced to 45 Page Slaughter?  7 Page Primer?

And it was and is this type of attitude, that my father hates, that in spite of all odds, in a specialty area of law, with attorneys, charging from $500 to $700 per hour for their services, with these same attorneys calling me off the hook, from all over the country, asking me for advice on how to do a case like this, that took me ten minutes to tell Hank, who had been turned down, for 10 years, by every attorney in the state and out of the state, including his attorney brother, Wendell, wanting to go up against the government attorneys, who I brought to their knees, because it was a case dealing with the violation of constitutional rights, not whether or not this financial planner did or did not get a fucking complaint, it was how the government investigators and attorneys, railroaded planners into confessions through illegal administrative subpoenas, downloading all their hard drives on their computer, than looked for fraud, then walking the tightrope, between civil and criminal law, using administrative tools, threatening criminal actions, that kicked the cases, into the constitutional arena with a plethora of rights, that had been denied, denying due process, 4th amendment protections, and other egregious civil rights violations, under section 1983, for state officials acting under color of law!

I don't take loser cases!  I have my stellar name and reputation to protect, something, my father, never worried about . . . stolen virtue is what this case is about!  Most cases that go to even the Utah Supreme Court, where me and other got a unanimous win, will have, almost at a minimum, 10 to 20 attorneys on each side, with counsel, for interested parties, in the case, entering amicus briefs, either in support or in opposition, but in this case, from start to, close to the finish, I did every fucking thing myself, plus, took it to the Supreme Court, in less that 2 years, when the average time is 5 years to get a case there! I did, get my father's cutting, and exact mind, and his risk taking nature, backing down more seasoned attorneys, refusing help, and forcing Brock and Rice, who both had attorney brothers, who coward from the task, to chose, either them or me, but I was working alone!  The only thing, in retrospect, that I needed another attorney for, was to get my BACK!  Had I had another attorney, not that they couldn't have stolen from two of us, but was that, once they went after me, and had someone who could got after them . . . I stood alone, raw and real, with a shit load of other cases to worry about!

Now, Your In My Arena, Asshole, Criminal Law!

My case is a prime example of why, there should always be a separation of church and state, and from families imposing their lame ass, religion, on another family member, mixing, matters of the state, with matters of the family, or religious politics, which was the case here, with the case, probably, being tailored by these fucks, specifically, because, they knew financial planners are big time political donors, most, Republicans, which is why, I believe they wanted to bring in a substitute, girls to wrap up the case, one to take it to the bribe and settlement stages, double docketing it, one to broker the deal, Shelley, who because of former dealings and ratting out other financial planners, and then the show girl, for the press interviews, with Cinderella, behind the scenes have done all the work, had the brilliance, the moxie to push the case, and take it onward and upward, with our without clients or pay, knowing damned well, the deals were made at the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals level, and me pushing on to the U.S. Supreme Court, with my novel, legal and constitutional analogies, bringing the Courts and the 4th amendment into the modern age we live in, with papers, protected by unreasonable searches and seizures, being applied to computer files, which, in the Brock case, were violated without a search warrant, based on probable cause, going to a magistrate, based on the oath and affirmation of the investigators, listing with specificity and particularity, what, exactly they were looking for in those computer files, not just a random ass, taking of all intellectual property and business secrets, exposing clients, accounts, and financial information to the government, who could use all of those accounts, to go after clients, for tax issues or whatever!  This whole thing was politically motivated to benefit, Mormon, Mitt Romney!

Now, whatever my private life is like, whatever I look like, or whatever my political leanings were, or whether I am going to pay my tithing on the case, contribute to BYU, or set up my constitutional law firm from hell, under Brock and his brothers, or donate to Mitt Romney's campaign, is beside the point.  And whatever I did in my personal life, was NOT a crime! Having an abortion, a very non-Republican thing to do, but legal, like it or not, should never have played into this, nor where I am going to spend my money, when we win, or whether I go to church or not, or whether I swear, which was an issue, but not enough to get a new attorney, which I volunteered to do, or if my son's a rock star, rather than a fucking loser, boy scout, is totally outside the areas of consideration!  And if it was, Brock should have gotten another attorney, fucking BEFORE I WON THE CASE, not AFTER all the work was done!  If, I am the attorney, you want on the case, and it took a month to come to an agreement, on the relationship, with me serving as general counsel also, and we have a quasi-contingency case, based on me being paid, nothing, just enough to survive, with the prospects of making millions at the conclusion of the case, then, once all the work is done, the arguments, done by THIS attorney, yeah, like the one who did all the WORK, that is the attorney that gets paid, whether you think she is show worthy or not!  

The Law, is the Law, is the LAW . . . FUCKERS!  Mo law aside, Mitt's ass is not a consideration, and you are fucking criminals, for stealing this case, and you, my dear, Republican, Mo, financial thieves, can blame yourselves, for me, promising you, not threatening you, knowing bribes were taken and substitutes in, that I would take, Mitt Romney, down myself, was a fucking promise!  Ask Senator Tester and President Obama, who staff, were on my contact list, November 1, 2012, while at the Bozeman Library, after my email accounts were stolen and shut down, by the Mo NSA, when I set up an new account, and I an talking the whole Obama administration, plus First Lady Michelle . . . do you think I was helping?  War on Women, Benghazi inside story in GQ Magazine, Polygamy, Mitt's connection to my securities case, etc.  Major player, motherfuckers!  HA!  Cops, stormed the library, after missing me, sent someone to hit my car from behind, and I just obeyed the speed limit, and headed to West Yellowstone, where I had a two week Park entrance, and slept in my car, ditching this way and that way, into Jackson, then to Bozeman, to expose Mitt and the Mo's . . . probably would have been smarter to just PAY ME MY FUCKING ATTORNEY FEES!  Pretty costly cheat, in that Mo system that stole the case for Mitt!  Prison for that boy too!

You Will All, Pay for Your Thrills . . . THE UTAH PROSECUTOR IN ME!

HOW DO YOU BURY A DAUGHTER LIKE ME?  AGAIN!

I believe members of my family, along with the feds, all the same, back in 2000, when I was poisoned, with poisonous African tree frog gum, used by assassins all the time, used against the Viet Kong, during the Vietnam War, my client, I-Corp. Marine, not Interpol, but the real guy who was murdered and maybe for his acknowledgement of the way I was poisoned, said to me, the second he heard, how I was poisoned, he believed everything I ever told him, because, nobody knows this shit!  He was a port in a storm for me too, and one of the few people, I could talk to and who could understand, what was going on, and who was behind it.  A rare love, in deed, and I am sure, that the city kept Allan out of his home, for a month, to put up surveillance all over the house.  Even before I got him out of jail, which was not the plan, the Iron County Jail, started forcing me and Allan, to use the regular family interview phones and booths, rather than the attorney, allegedly confidential interview rooms, just before trial.  

I was so pissed, that I picked up the phone, seeing that the calls were recorded, and threw it at the wall . . . all kinds of shit was happening to me, trying to bury me, have Kelly Ann Booth steal the Cheek case, and for sure, they didn't want Allan out, they were scared shit-less of him, the former Marine, Cowboy, Biker, who bled, red, white and blue, like me, who was going to run, RECON, on my house, when I called and told him, the courts were illegally trying to take my house . . . 4 blocks of cops, surrounded, Allan's house, the night they arrested him, set him up, and blended two cases, together, doctoring the evidence, the case I took and exposed the cops, prosecutors and the judge was smart enough to rule right, although, the probation, should not have been ordered, but the real Allan, was far more scary than FRANK . . . he hides behind women's skirts.  Iron County was nothing short of WAR!  He was a total bad ass, but the sweetest, most secure guy, not threatened by a woman like me at all, totally confident, ending what could have been the battle of the sexes, with the warrior queen, by turning her hand over and kissing it, with a smile . . . KISS.

I had been buried for 9 years . . . so what got out of control, when I started practicing law again, with my father, going ape shit at the news, screaming at me, and starting to abuse me again, not like a loving father, who got his daughter back from the dead, but more like a father, who had assigned another daughter, a more obedient and controlled daughter, to be the attorney me, or Kay Baby, but sure as hell, not the actions of a loving father, and a total surprise.  I used to think that Hank Brock, was in on this scam from the git-go, but, looking at my father's response, to me getting my law license activated, within 5 minutes, thinking I would have to take the bar exam, after this 9 year break, made me think, that Hank and my father, hooked up later, being in the same high priest quorum at the Morning Park Ward.  Of, course, Hank was ecstatic, because, I could, take the case, myself, rather than having him represent himself, as pro se, and me coach him from behind the scenes, as a legal coach.  Which was the original plan.  However, when the Utah State Bar Association, saw that I was, General Counsel for the Utah Medical Association, they told me to just pay the fees and I was good.  A great reputation and name is PRICELESS!  They knew this too!

First, The Egyptian Redirected or Messed With My Computer, Making Me Rely On Shelley to Send My E-Filings and Briefs

So, a little history first.  This guy, the Egyptian Tornado, one man wrecking ball, come on the radar screen about a year earlier.  My client, or one of my client's, Travis Braun, whom I am absolutely sure, said I was Rachel, or Shelley or whomever, but, before those days, of bribery, threats and possible death, on one of the rare occasions that Travis, who had the goods on the cops and prosecutors, in Cedar City, not to mention, had taped, the marijuana growing sites of the cops, up Shirt's Canyon, not a local, so that may be spelled different, but, was actually out of jail, after a visit to me, in my home office, had a guy call me, the Egyptian, who was in the Washington County Jail, being detained for immigration issues, with Travis telling him about me, his attorney, not only on the Cheek case, but on several criminal issues, having won his federal communications and wire fraud case--charges connected with using his fucking CELL PHONE!, against the U.S. Attorney, Paul Kohler, going above his head, when he would not recognize that there was insufficient evidence on this case that started in justice court, went to district court at a state level, then up to the feds, to be charged under federal statutes, and it seems like there were some firearms issues, but, a good name, again, and reputation, with even U.S. attorneys, now sitting U.S. attorney, who should have been appointed, rather than Paul Warner, and maybe because of this case, his name started with a Z, but I can't remember it now, but he could see clearly what the problems were and went over Paul Kohler's head, a key liar, in all my other southern Utah case, working closely with County Attorney, Scott Garrett, who may have even been a former, FBI agent, just my Intel, God,  Fueling the hatred, adding to the temptation to work with the whole shebang of Iron County folks, my father included, Shelley, the birthright, daughter, being born the same day as former governor, Mikey Leavitt!

Isn't it just amazing, that I know so much about every fucking detail of someone else's cases?  I must be a fucking genius!  LOL!  But, through Travis this Egyptian, law trained, emigrant, wanted to get with me and learn the American legal system, he even offered to marry me, being so impressed with what Travis had told him about me . . . there was a time, nobody, BETTER!  I told this guy, I was too busy, and didn't really need help yet, and taking the time to train him, right now, was out of the question.  However, sometime later, I got a letter from some government entity, Homeland Security, ICE, Immigration, Customs and Enforcement, someone connected with this guy's case at a detention center, or rather just out of one, being such a pain in the ass to the prison or detainment facility, that he was let out!  LOL!  He was demanding his rights, a computer, law books, and what not.  That damned legal training!  But, I got a letter, at a good time and he had claimed that I was his attorney?  I was shocked, and had totally forgotten about him.  WHAT?  Like all my clients, who I never wanted to represent, I was kind of strong armed into it and either curious, always willing to learn a new area of law, and became, not really his attorney, but was somewhat involved, as most of my cases came about.

CLUE, THIS EGYPTIAN WAS A NEW CONVERT TO THE MORMON CHURCH!

So, somehow, me and this guy's Mormon bishop, who was helping him, back in my less hostile days, were both trying to help this poor guy, who claimed to have been raped, by some guards, at one of the detention centers.  The church was willing to pay this guy's way to get to Utah, if I could help him and also, maybe give him a job.  I told him, I did not have the money to pay him, but I did have an empty room, that I would exchange work for free rent, and he could be my assistant when I needed him, but he had to get another job on the side, because, I was not needed all that much work, but I thought, if he could take some of the burden off me, and visiting inmates, with Travis back in jail, and run errands, filing motions and shit with the courts, this might just work out.  So, there were no solid plans, I would think about it, and to my shock, this guy shows up on my front door!  He had wanted me to pay his way, and I said no, I didn't want him that bad, and that is where we were before he just showed up on my door.  I don't remember his name, he was only in my house for about 3 days, before I kicked him out!  But, I think his activities are worth noting, because, I believe he was sent, specifically, to steal cases, and set up surveillance in my basement!  

No one can say, I haven't had an exciting law practice, and adventure, to be replicated by few others! And this guy, tops about everything in the manner, and actions, he tried to do, and the havoc he created.  Like I said, if nothing more, in my career, and law practice, I have protected my good name, as being PRICELESS, as I said, and this guy, I believe was sent to fuck that over!  Right off the bat, and I know this was around, April or May, of 2011, because, I had just purchased the last room furnishings, for the upstairs, family room, from Furniture Row, St. George, because, I was relieved that I had it, when this dip shit showed up, and the first day he came, we sat upstairs on my new stuff, and discussed what the course of events was going to be and what living with me was going to look like.  I didn't like this asshole, right off the git-go and didn't like his attitude, it seemed very out of line, maybe the male/female thing, but being enamored with me, was not longer on the table, and we crossed hairs right off the bat, with me reminding him, that I had never agreed to this arrangement, and I was bothered by him showing up, and later, I found that he had taken a jet tub, bath in MY bathroom!  I wondered what all this black shit was on the sides of my normally clean tub . . . it was his fucking, hair dye, jet black, as was his dark soul!

Using My Name to Push People Around at the Jails, the Courts and Bullying Family Members!  Scream!

I do have to tell you this part, not only because it is very symbolic and telling, but funny.  So this guy, must have shown up on the week end, because I was around, and rarely was during the week.  But he made himself at home, and I was standing in the kitchen, when he walked in, and said to me, You can tell a lot about a women, by what is in her fridge.  I didn't say much, other than, there is not much in there, and I had not looked in the fridge for weeks, never eating at home, and Shelley fended for herself, with I believe, just Ty, Alex and McKinley, her granddaughter there, with me feeling no obligation to provide food for the crew, with Shelley, home all day, and allegedly working, as was Alex, and me taking care of all other bills and repairs.  The guy, silently opens the fridge and closes it.  I think there were old syringes, and some left over diet shit, from when I thought, I could shoot my leg every day with HGC juice, to make me not want to eat the prescribed food that was okay to eat.  He said, well, maybe the freezer?  He opened the freezer, and found, ICE!  LOL!  And within days, I dropped his sorry, fucking, dirty, ugly ass off, back at Homeland Security.  But, I will finish telling the story, because, there are, not so hidden clues, as to who was behind this shit, and what the agenda was, if not the motives.  ICE, LOL, Immigration and Custom, Enforcement, was what he was getting for dinner!  LOL!  But, that took a day or two.

WHY DON'T YOU GO TO CHURCH, HOOK UP WITH SOME FRIENDS!

This guy was bugging the shit out of me, right from the start, and I couldn't stand even seeing his face. But, being a new covert to the Mormon Church and not into testing anyone's testimony of any religion, and with me not going to church, because Chris, Rachel's husband and some kids were still attending the local ward, and many times going to a non-denominational Christian Church, the Springs, I strongly encouraged him, to either go to the singles ward, hint, don't get any ideas, and get the fuck out of my face, so I can have a day of rest, please go to some church, even gave him the keys to my car.  He comes back, hours later, after the 3 hour marathon of the Mo Church, brimming with promise, new friends, being vigorously welcomed into the flock, and even with job offers and a dinner invitation . . . Mo's are good for that, and they really didn't like me, top attorney, in the state and #2 in the nation, rocking the legal world, but not the Mormon world, nor the ward, so I am sure, this was in reaction to me!  He is one of us, you are NOT!  So, good, this ass wipe was gone for hours, and may have gone to a fireside, Mo night program, further indoctrination, as if three hours each Sunday was not enough . . . but he was out of my hair and house . . . he was like a dark shadow, giving me the creeps!  And rightly so.  So, Sunday, went rather well.

WITHIN HOURS OF GIVING THIS FUCKER MY CAR AND AN ASSIGNMENT TO VISIT TRAVIS AND DROP A DOCUMENT OFF TO THE COURT, I START GETTING PHONE CALLS FROM CLERKS WHO KNEW AND LIKED ME!

Up, until the time the special op to eliminate me and steal my son's music and my cases, the court staff, liked me, and I had a great relationship, enough so, that when this asshole got out of line, the court clerks, whom I was on first name basis with, personally called me and warned me, this guy was trouble, as did the jail, who didn't know me as well, having spent much more time in Iron County, who hated me!  The clerk who called, told me this guy, refused to do what the court told him to do, and he was using my name, to threaten legal action, which I am sure was no joke with my huge ass civil cases, and going against, one of the top, civil rights attorney, specializing in suing government entities, with issues already on board, in several cases, involving incidents that took place in or outside the courtroom, with a current client, threatening to sue, and me trying to meet with the country attorney, and seeing if Brock Belnap, could talk to the judge . . . to know avail, so issues were already in the hopper, at that time and people were tense.  I assured the clerk, this guy, would be reprimanded and the issues taken care of, ASAP, and they had nothing to worry about, and that I kind of inherited this fucker, and he just came, not really, wanting him.  The clerk was relieved, to say the least.

This guy comes home, thinking he is a stand up guy, having delivered, and visited my client, or his old buddy, Travis, can't remember is he got in or not, think he did.  But, I told him, he is acting as my agent, and therefore, he had to follow the rules, do only what I told him to do, and not through my weight around the courthouse and the jails, with relations already strained, due to other issues and cases.  He acted pissed.  I went to get a Diet Coke, to take a break and came back to find this pig on my COMPUTER!  I am not computer savvy, never was, and had missed basically 10 years of technology, due to thinking I was going to die for that long, and I went age shit, on this motherfucker, and started telling him, I was going to get rid of him, if there was much more, he did . . . well, what about my bus ticket . . . I don't give a rat's ass, and perhaps the Mormons could take care of him, but he was soon becoming, NOT MY PROBLEM!  So, he backed down, crawled up to his room, and I started working, and don't think I saw him any more that night, but Shelley, who in retrospect, probably was in on this shit, but, she came down, almost in tears, that this guy had offended her too!  Good God, like I needed this shit . . .

PORNO, VIOLENT RAPES, MURDER

To keep this guy off my computer, I gave him access and possession of one that had been laying around the house, a lap top . . . mine was a desk top computer, that I purchased for $50, from a member of the neighborhood and ward, over near my parent's house, who taught computer classes in the Dixie State Computer Lab, and we struck up a friendship, while I lived over on Concord, and she sold me that computer of her daughters, about the time I was taking the Brock case, prior to moving over to Bloomington, in Rachel's old house, mine by now, via a law suit, I won, the August before, and how had decorated the how house, custom chose every damned piece of furniture, paying top dollar for . . . the custom stuff.  Oh, very important too, at this time, I had taken out credit at Boulevard Furnishings, owned and operated by members of my parent's ward, friends of mine too.  And as I would decorate, I would put some furniture on credit, but paid most of it with cash.  I had about $700 left to pay my whole house of stuff off, having decorated at break neck speed, after, winning the law suit against, Chris, Wells Fargo and American Title.  At this time, I noticed that someone was purchasing tons of double furniture on my account . . . Shelley, anticipating leaving, apartment, house hunting, or Kay, and Brett. Someone on my account, fucking up my credit, that I was trying to restore after, my father and Shelley, fucked it when I thought I was going to die . . . I found an account open at Sears, with Shelley's old, Logan address, when I went to purchase a nice attorney suit for the Brock case, while still at Julia's house.  PROOF.

But, that night, with this Egyptian, don't prejudice all of them, for this asshole, he is likely an agent, for the feds or was getting information on my cases, and pulling emails, in my cases against Homeland Security and the Department of Justice, or in anticipation of taking all evidence of communications about Elliot's new CD. But, about 2:30 A.M., as I normally did each night, being my night's sleep, when working 22 hours a day, as I was at that time, being high energy, I got into my jet tub, turned on jazz, set the lights low and the water hot, and took a power nap.  I turned off the jets, at about 4:00 A.M., and I heard, this buzzing sound, like a saw! What the fuck is that?  I got up, opened my back door, listened, wondered, and shortly after that the sound stopped.  I needed to get to work, and wondered if that loser, asshole was in the basement putting up surveillance, across my house, starting with my corner of the house, the bathroom, going to the kitchen, thinking, this asshole is fucking me over, because of some of my cases, and working with the feds, if not a fed himself.  I found, what looked like muddy footprints, coming out of the crawl space, in my office, and I knew this ass had been in my crawl space and was up to no good!

After school the next day, I had Ty and Matt, go down the crawl space, where they were very familiar, looking for buried treasure and money, they were sure, Chris, Rachel's husband, the former occupant of the office, had buried cash, gold, silver and all kinds of stuff, down in the catacombs, and they were glad to go on this adventure, because, nobody like this guy, and we all wanted him gone by now.  Matt and Ty reported that there was a new wire, that started in the corner, where my tub was, and extended, looping in and out of the insulation, to the kitchen, the other side of the house.  I knew it, that fuck.  Then, later, Alex, and computer nerd, a true daughter of Shelley, raised, bred and entertained, growing up, sitting by her mother's side, as her mother was, non-stop on the computer, had gotten into the laptop computer, we let this guy use, and she was freaked out, finding, porno, rapes, violence, and even murders on the computer.  I always wondered if the feds, sent this guy, to set me up, making it look, like either I was into kiddie porn, or hard core porn, or someone in the house was, because I had a case against, ICE, the Kiddie Porn King case, Wayne Bergeson!  They wanted to make it look like I was like him, just like they tried to do, connecting me with drugs, because of Isaac!  Just into protecting rights, obeying and being true to my oath, just too damned straight, for the losers, who don't keep their oath of office, nor even remember taking it!

There Should Be An Incident Report . . . I Called the City Cops, Wanted this Fuck Out of MY House!

We told the cop, about the dirty ass shit on the computer, and he looked, I never did, and admitted it was bad, but said, the guy was an adult and there was nothing he could do.  We took the computer back, and I am not sure where this ass had gone, I think he came home and I told him, he needed to leave, and I didn't care where he went, but he was fucking out of this house!  It seems to me, someone came into the driveway and did a "U" turn, where I had never seen this, picking this guy up, as I was about to kick his sorry ass, off the deck.  He left his shit upstairs and I was yelling for him to take it with him, and he was making his getaway!  At first, I put it on the front porch, hoping he would come get it in the night, he didn't.  Later that night, I tried to drop it by the bishop, kind of as a slap in the face, like this is the kind of guys, you foster and coddle?  There has been a raid on my house, the previous August, after I won the case, making it look, like I would not let Chris, get his shit out of the house . . . I had been telling Matt since, February to come retrieve his shit, and he never would, so one day when I was at court, in Cedar City, and came back, Shelley was crying, and Ty was upset, that the ward came in, with about 12 people and took everything, including some of her stuff, the coffee maker, and she was upset.  It seemed real, but who knows . . . I didn't know then, what I know now, that Shelley was working with Bryan Adamson and Chris Hickey, but that may have come later, more around the time this guy was there, because I remember being pissed, that I had just finished decorating the whole house, but for the disputed, bill at the Boulevard Store, that me and the accountant were trying to work out . . . Tying, this together?  Professional and personal jealousy, on steroids!

The next day, I took this shit's, shit, and dropped the computer at the feds, digs, downtown at the federal office buildings in St. George, where the forest service, FBI and other agents, worked.  They just stood there stunned.  And, this dip shit, had revealed to me, where Homeland Security was housed, up above, St. George Blvd., near the old movie theater, and I popped in, with two fed cops, acting like they had just eaten a canary, and told them to keep this fucker away from me, and here was his bags of belongings, and he was their problem, not MINE!  They didn't have much to say, and just stood there, with their mouths open.  I think the guy was there a total of about 2 and a half days, if that . . . this was a fucking set up from the get go, with millions at stake and me pushing the feds around, too.  All my emails were being routed through Homeland Security, and the Department of Justice, where I had a case on Homegrown Heroes, against them, having threatening to sue for wrongful death if they didn't give the widow her due, of $350,000, and the DVD that showed negligence in that case, came up missing shortly thereafter and a dentist who told me of the Sara Lily, email connections to my case, was murdered two weeks later!  Fun, fun, fun.  My home office had been broken into, and the metal door bolts, that go into the floor boards, were, not in the wholes in the morning and this was after I had, son-in-law, the desert rat for the feds, AFT, look at the DVD!

Messin' With the FEDS, This is When All Shit Hit the Fan!

I believe, that this Egyptian, was either cut a deal, or the feds were worried about all the cases I had against them, and now a murder, broken into house, missing evidence, and this clown to show, and, the next step was to totally take me out, by taking the house.  I think, this ass wired my house . . . I had a guy, again, someone who initiated contact with me, probably a fed too, married, or allegedly married to the daughter of the Parowan Prophet, whom I protected from the Washington County Sheriff's Department, for trying to make him move his piece of shit, camper with dooms day signs and scriptures from the parking lot of the convention center in St. George, during the What Women Want, convention . . . blah . . . but, I won the cops, they left him alone all weekend, but may be a set up, I think, they were feeding me cases to learn what I knew and see how good I really was, and DAMN I AM GOOD!  LOL!  All this and my caseload?

But, I called this guy, who was allegedly an electrician, or maybe, in his defense, the feds came in and cleaned up the mess and surveillance, with bugs in my office too, listening to my conversations with Matt and Ty, and knowing full well, I would get the connections.  But this guy, said he could not find anything in the basement, that would suggest that there was surveillance.  Right, I trusted Matt and Ty's statements, they were pure, and had no ulterior motives, or had not been paid, or were not agents.  With shit face out of the house, I just let things go.  But, I am sure, that this ass, redirected, or changed my computer somehow, fixed it so all my, filings had to go through, or be emailed to Shelley, all part of the plan to steal, kill and destroy me!  Shelley was the chosen one, and me, the hated one . . . the one, neither my father, nor the government could control . . . but, everything I did was legal, and everything they did was criminal!

So, after that, I had to go through, Shelley to file my briefs . . . soon, they took the whole damn house!

Moved to Parowan, Got a Lap Top, Shelley Showed Up . . . Had Total Access, to Redirect, Or Get Double Access to All My CASES!  Eventually, I Could Not Even File at All, Had to Drive Briefs to Salt Lake City, Utah!  Where the FBI was Waiting, Intercepted IT Workers, So I Put My, Picture I.D., Driver's License and Utah State Bar Card . . . Insisted on Picture I.D.  NEVER COULD FILE AGAIN, EVEN WITH NEW ACCOUNT, THAT NEVER WORKED!

I Did, However, Drop Of Two Killer Briefs, the Government, Didn't Count On . . . One for the Brock Case . . . Ticket Out of Jail, the Other for the Cheek Case, Going For a Settlement Conference on for Travis!  All Attorneys Joined!

DADO . . . The Good Villain?  Should Be Prosecuted for Child Abuse, To This DAY!